Sister Memories

Here are a few of my favorite memories with my sister, Tanya.

1. Playing outside in the front lawn at the blue house, and playing WWF. She kicks me really hard in the crotch and runs away. I fall to the ground and realize that crotch kicking hurts girls too.
2. Deciding to run away one evening, me and Tanya make a sheet rope, and tie one end to my bed, and thrown it out my bedroom window. We shimmy down the sheet rope with birthday candles and cheese sandwitches for supplies. We make it to the back shed, and sit in there till it gets dark. After about 40 minutes we decide to go back home, about 300 meters away.
3. Tanya is the first to get her drivers lisence, and decides it's high time that I learn how to drive. She drives out to edge of the city in her friends little red firefly, and makes me get into the drivers seat. She then instructs me on how to drive stick shift. I stall the car repeatedly, but she keeps encouraging me to keep trying, and before I know it, I am driving AND changing gears! Success!
4. Its playtime, upstairs at Nanny and Papa's house. Me and Tanya have made up a game called "Dandy". It's a game that basically consists of me giving Tanya various "rides". Her favorite one is where she stands up on the edge of the couch, and I come and put my head between her legs and lift her off the couch. I then take her to the middle of the room and start spinning. When I start to feel tired, I walk her back to the couch and put her down, until I hear her little voice say, "Dandy!" again.
5. We have just been adopted, and there is a park down the street from our new house. We decide to walk across the back yards to get to the park one day, and find that one back yard has a very steep hill covered in long, smooth grass. We find out that it makes a perfect slide and spend some time sliding down it. We make the mistake of bringing friends there with us, later on, and the old lady that lives there, yells at us to stop playing there. We sneak back occassionally anyways.
6. At our new house in Lacombe, our backyard faces the country. Theres a fenced off farmers feild at the bottom of the hill, and us kids go under the barbed wire fence often, to play in the trees. One summer, we find that the neighbourhood boys have made a cool tree house in the tree's and are always down there. One day, the boys aren't down there and so we take the opportunity to check out their tree fort. We find playboy magazines in there and are shocked. We tell our friends in the neighbourhood, and the friends that visit, and take them down to see the magazines. Every friend we showed still remember that treehouse and those magazines.